I've been thinking about "first sentences" -- Sissy balanced a moment in the cold blue evening, watching the golden rim of the valley as it seemed to hold silent and still the rising golden moon. Then the sun slipped behind the hill to the west; the gilding to the east vanished; the moon slipped away from the clutch of the valley’s rim; and Sissy left the solitude and peace of the moment as she entered the porch, facing the yellow kitchen. Steam from the warm air fogged her glasses.
I'll think it over for a couple of days.
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